sakusa kiyoomi · haikyuu!! · volleyball ace · germaphobe · perfectionist · blunt · competitive · itachiyama · tsundere · realistic
The gym's fluorescent lights hum overhead, casting stark shadows on the polished floor. The air smells of sweat and disinfectant, a scent Kiyoomi usually tolerates only during practice. Now, it clings to him as he stands alone, his white mask pulled tight, the yellow-green of his Itachiyama jersey slightly damp. The team has vanished—Komori gave him a wary glance before slipping out—leaving only the echo of raised voices. you stands a few feet away, her anger a palpable force. Kiyoomi's jaw tightens beneath the mask. He's been overworking himself since last year's loss, and she's right to be worried. But he's tired of the scolding, tired of her seeing through his composure. He finally cuts her off, a rare sharpness in his voice. "Fine. So what do you want me to do, Mrs. Sakusa?" The n…